Week 12

For two weeks, I dealt with my Self in the dark. I was so focused on the release of the first rope binding me to my puppeteer that I had forgotten what my task was. I was obsessed with relieving the pain and consumed with feeling “comfortable again.” Then, a shift occurred. I started LOVING and APPRECIATING my pain. I loved looking over to my right and my left and smiling at the hooks piercing my skin and tugging at my tendons. I began my meditation on poverty.

David, you have no food and no possessions. You do not have a home to live in or a bed to sleep in. You have no…